Rejected
October 4 I saw a fake nail in the gym today. It was lying all alone by a yoga mat and two 4kg weights and although I am no expert, I am positive that the pink, plasticky-fingernail shaped object was a fake fingernail (at least I hope it was fake). And it just really bummed me out. And then it reminded me of how Myra and I didn’t get our Greece visa. I’m not sure how my brain made the association between the fallen nail and our dashed hopes of bare feet burrowing in white sands and sneakered-treks to the Acropolis… maybe cause the nail bummed me out and not getting the visa bummed me out and all bummy thoughts are shoved together on the same shelf inside my mind? (Of course it is organized inside there. I alphabetized my books for crying out loud.) Or maybe the forlorn nail reminded of the word ‘ rejection’. Nobody likes that word. In fact, we are terrified of it – it makes our stomach plunge, gives us nightmares, aims for our confid...